It disturbs me also how our press keeps showing us enemy wounded and dead, but won't show us ours.
However, this is where I am really torn. I do not think I could bear to happen upon the mangled faces of my friends that were murdered there on the front page of a magazine, or on T.V. as if it were entertainment.
My sentiments exactly. I did not tape the events of 9/11 as they unfolded because I did not want to ever have to witness the horror of that morning ever again (I'm talking about the initial 4 hours of repeated coverage). After a few days the crash footage was dropped from broadcast and no more atrocities were shown. Instead coverage went to the cleanup/rescue efforts.
I agreed that no one should learn of their friends and family deaths by seeing the body on tv. I agreed that I would rather not see the grue nightly. I did state that all this would change when we started to kill the enemy and when the terrorists struck in other countries. I do not appreciate the double standard and see the left (and foreign press) using such photos (of our enemies) to muster support for the US-out peace stance.
If we cannot be exposed to the truths of the carnage in NYC, then I do not need to see the aftermath of other locales.
I had a very difficult time accepting the reality of what happened. Rationally and logically I knew it was true. Still my mind could not put all the pieces together into an understanding of the reality. Every aspect of the event was a mind repelling horror story in itself.
Hollywood in its wildest imagination has never come up with anything of this magnitude of horror. I admit that I watched over and over the internet videos of the planes flying into the WTC. It was as if I saw it one more time I could accept the reality.
It was (is) a very strange mind compartmentalization. I new it happened. I was saddened and outraged. I felt real pain for the victims, their famillies and all Americans. I knew the truth. I felt the truth yet some part of my mind keep saying "No, this can not be true."
Everytime I see a movie with the WTC towers standing tall I get a shock wave through my body. They stand in those images looking so tall, so proud, so invinceable. There are there. They are gone. They can't be gone. All those people. It happened. It could not have happened.
I ramble. The bottom line is that if the reality of these events is so horrible my mind wants to reject it all as fiction. The continued presence of those images of destruction is very usefull in keeping my mind focused on the fact that it is all real....all too real.